Story To Tell Killah Priest x SHROOM

[Verse 1]
I mastered the rhyme, the last of my kind
Sit back with a cigar, recapture the time
And zoom into the picture of me crafting my lines
In the room, writing scripture was a passion of mine
Splashing design
The paper would decorate the raps that would shine
The math was defined
Black was divine
Now everybody rap like they packin’ a 9
They trash [?] sign
The radio plays it and plays it ’til we stuck in the matrix
Rappers get rushed to the pavement
From the dust of the basement is where I got touched with the greatness
Now I’m written up in the pages
Like King Tut through the ages
My white wings up in the paintings
Double edge sword, helping the Lord, would kill satan
It’s real dangerous, but we fight for the righteous nation

[Refrain]
Pass the mic, I got a story to tell
Pass the mic, I got a story to tell
Pass the mic, I got a story to tell
Pass the mic, I got a story to tell
Pass the mic, I got a story to tell
Pass the mic, I got a story to tell
I got a story to tell
Gather ‘round, young boys and girls